It's a rather quaint town when you get down to it. At least, that's what the Sheriff would argue. Warm and dry in the mornings and afternoons with a brisk coolness in the evenings. The perfect type of weather to just sit out on your rocking chair and observe the comings and goings.

... Of course, there's not much in the way of comings and goings when there aren't any actual people here to watch. Nevertheless, don't let that get you down! The town is your oyster and those roosters won't stop crowing until everyone's out of bed. Up and at 'em, rise and shine, it's time to make the day yours!

After all, there's nothing wrong with the town today and you might just want to savor it while it lasts.

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[Milla is in the post office today! she is tucking something extremely colorful into every person's mailbox, even those who are dead. she also still looks like her body might fall apart any second now, but you know, this is important!]

[there's a chicken from the homestead following her around as she works. its name is Felix. please be nice]

[to anyone who comes into the post office to check their mailboxes she'll give a slight nod in greeting, but she won't say anything out loud]

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Think you can make some time to just... give yourself a break afterwards?

[it's not like he'd try to stop her from what it is she wants to do, especially if it's for yuna's sake. he gets that—though he doesn't yet question what she's putting in the mailboxes or what's in his own.

...though he is looking down at felix a bit curiously. but you know what? he can't even find it all that weird that this point.]

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[He was going to take a look around the Post Office for other reasons, but. He stops upon noticing Milla, his expression turning into one of concern as he spots her tucking all those colorful somethings into everyone's mailboxes.

... He can kind of hazard a guess, so.

Approaching her, he clears his throat. He's not quite in the mood to write anything down, but he'll gesture at her as if to say: Need some help?]

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[Thank you for understanding this terrible game of charades, Milla. He takes the bookmarks, looking down at them and feeling a lump form in his throat. Of course Yuna would do this. Of course she's take the time to make one of these for everyone, including the ones who are already dead.

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[ When Hannibal enters the post office, there's a moment where he simply watches as Milla dutifully carries out the task of giving everyone their mail. He'll greet Milla if she looks at him, but otherwise, he'll observe for a few moments in quiet, contemplative silence. But eventually, he'll approach, and he gives her a small smile. ]

I would recommend that you rest, but I also imagine that my advice may not be taken, all things considered.

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[ As she laughs, he warns her gently, though there's a teasing note to his voice rather than anything serious. He takes the items from her and before he starts to sort them he gives them a look. Not in any individual capacity, but only to see exactly what they are. When he realizes it, he smiles a bit more, then dutifully starts to sort them. ]

Then I'll only hope that you rest sooner. You've had a rough time, Milla.